My Stupid Artist desperately craved for a sword to put in the bath with him. It should be a fairly extraordinary thought, to many, but not to the Artist, who assumed it was miraculous. Bizarrely, a sword is the item to opt for.
My Stupid Artist had a piece of paper that they would sometimes put on his head. It might have been a fairly new approach to life, to my dad, but not to the Artist, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is fun. You wouldnt have thought, a piece of paper being the item opted for.
My Stupid Artist looked for a chocolate bar that they sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. It should have been a strange thought, to everybody you know, but not to the Artist, who thinks that this idea was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have imagined, a chocolate bar is the thing that was chosen.
My Stupid Artist searched for a bag of flour that they would occasionally throw. One might consider this to be a funny undertaking, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Artist, who feels it was out of this world. Bizarrely, a bag of flour was the chosen thing.
My Stupid Artist desperately wanted a pen that they would occasionally put on his head. It should be a fairly different thought, to most, but not to the Artist, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was epic. Bizarrely, a pen would be the item chosen.
My Stupid Artist often carried a little monkey that they would rub on his belly. This could be considered a fairly surprising approach to life, to me and my parents, but not to the Artist, who thought it would be exciting. A little monkey is the item to opt for.